Tales Of The Telekinetic

Filming: "Great Gloopy Blue Yonder"

Clay was not something Andrew had encountered much in his life. Watching the man take a giant piece of gray mud and turning it into a clay skull mug was one of the most interesting things he'd ever seen, it was a delicate, painstaking process. From the cutting, the precise and skilled trimming, the carving, the constant spraying of a water bottle that always got both pairs of their hands wet. Andrew loved it all, loved getting to see something so destroyed get turned into a work of art. The clay was dry, it was glazing time, day two. The outline had been painted, the multicolored skull looked almost split in half, plain and color. The man quickly got up, muttering something under his breath about the last bottle of green glaze and how he wished he picked a better color. Andrew flew next to him, avoiding obstacles as they walked into the glaze room, seeing all the people working on their projects, focused and quiet. The man quickly opened all five cabinet doors, grabbing every color from red to blue. "Huh, I thought there was one last bottle of Lime Light." "She stocked up, genius. Didn't you hear her over the blaring Adele?" "Maybe I didn't, I was enjoying Adele." "It's better than that EDM music, so that's good." "How dare you?? But you're right. It's better than Ziggy Stardust." The man rolled his eyes at the Bowie song, watching Andrew's horrified face. "Dude, fuck you!" The two started laughing as the man looked for each kind of glaze. One by one, all in one arm, he pulled out Hot Tamale, Tu Tu Fruity, Dandelion, Lime Light, and the ultimate trouble maker- a near empty bottle of Blue Yonder. Andrew looked in disgust as he saw how empty it was. Why was there only ONE bottle left? Why THAT one? Walking back to the table took some maneuvering with glaze tucked in one arm. The man gracefully set down all five bottles, grabbed two brushes, and got to work. Andrew watched as he poured the Dandelion yellow into the dish, painting the little flowers he drew on the side of the skull. The boys hummed along to the sounds of the Adele playlist, a happy medium for them both, and a happy moment they wouldn't forget. Unfortunately, it was soon... altered, if not ruined, by a certain evil glaze. "Oh God, not the great gloopy Blue Yonder" Andrew sighed, shaking his head. The man opened the ancient bottle and squeezed in every possible area to get the last of it out. The final drop of Blue Yonder dripped out of the bottle and landed unceremoniously in the dish with a fart sound. The two men looked at each other with disgust, going to put the empty Blue Yonder back on the shelf for some unlucky person to find. "Oh. My God. I hate you SO much right now." "What?" "There's a brand new bottle of it RIGHT THERE!" "You've gotta be fucking kidding me." Andrew couldn't believe they found a new bottle after they witnessed the last of the farting Blue Yonder. Well, at least the glaze was just a memory, a time of wonder and insults, of failures and talking gossip with the art lady. Andrew looked over at the man with serious eyes. "Okay, it's official." "What?" "It's Adele's fault."